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hiii!! hi!!1!!1
#jumpig for yuor attentiun#let me outtt of here#kitty#cat jumping#funny cat memes#cat gifs#silly#kitten#cat
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*through tears* sunday...sunday funday......let's...get that bread......
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delirious class doodles
#hi. my hair is too long#something so bad is about to happen to me#i need a haircut. but at least my nails aren’t long so hopefully i won’t have some sort of meltdown#there’s so many people here too this place is always so full of crowds. HELLPPP HELLLPPP!!!! SOMEBODY HELPED ME!!!!!!#help* not helped. nobody has helped me in this wretched world#spent like 20 minutes third wheeling too. i need to go home Let me oute#LET ME OUTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING CAGED DOT GIF#myart#blood#they need to make normal pills for autistic people#oc: needless separation
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you ever feel like everythings normal for a bit but then you remembee you were once 13 then you were 14 then you were 15 then you were 16 and the years keep going and then it doesnt matter how old you are because youre losing track of the days and you just want to die but you cant tell anyone because youll get sent to some mental institution and people will treat you like some scared animal that will run away if they move too suddenly which you are but you dont want people to think you are but maybe you also do and maybe all you want is for someone to hug you and love you forever and tell you everythings gonna be okay but for someone to do that you need to let them see the worst of you but the worst of you is actually horrific and you cant even look at it yourself and you just want it to all stop
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Nooooooooooooooooo
I feel like there’s always this gentle tentative awe in Dan’s eyes hiding right at the edge of his gaze in these very early videos, especially whenever Phil is just being silly with him. I know we’ve learned dan was “posh and confident,” but I think it also took some time for it all to fully set in - that he’d actually met a person who accepted him wholly and would give him back as much as he gave. And he’s a little scared to fully believe it because of…..all the reasons. But he really really wants to so he keeps being brave and perpetually delighted and a little shellshocked
"that week in december"
#d&p remind me of that Taylor line ‘you understand now why I spent my whole life trying to put it into words’#it’s like. impossible to fully capture how special what they have is. but we all keep trying!#he says ‘look up’ and your shoulders brush no proof one touch but you felt enough#and for once you let go of your fears and your ghosts#one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses then says- you’re my best friend#and you knew what it was he is in love#you can hear it in the silenceee you can feel it on the way home you can see it with the lights outtt#fuck yeah damn yeah taylor gets it#Taylor ships phan spread the word#ok#Im really on a side quest here from the original post yikes#dan and phil#phan
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i need to get more unemployed
#elmo talks#the management here sucks let me outtt#why are you doing the schedules if you're never heeeere
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I hate working in the ER I feel like a kid running around in scrubs that everyone has to be nice to. Drew double blood cultures from this guy and the nurse said "good job! :D" to me like a kindergarten teacher
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being in academia when you already struggle with low self worth is so [blood-curdling scream]
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@/mizu_ba twt
#z rambles#MICHAEL DONT LWAVE ME IN HERE MICHAEL#everytime tbey put their mochipape in this lil container i lose my mind#LET HIM OUTTT
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drunk! bakugou, ex! bakugou , masturbation (m received)
it had been hell without you.
many months that you both broken up, damn near a year since the day you both argued like wolves and you both threw your hands up, saying you were done.
bakugou had liked to think that he broke up with you, not the other way around. he always told his people or the media, “i broke up with her, she just wasnt working for me.” and in reality? neither one of you broke up with each other. it was simple: you both separated, not one separate from each other.
but he couldnt let you have the last laugh.
he hated how much his friends would come to your defense— he knew they would, the countless talks of how he was wrong about some things. in pretense, he got mad that you didnt answer your phone on your way home from work (i mean, how could you? youre driving, for fucks sake), and he blew you off just to try and show you a lesson.
boy, did he get an earfull from kirishima.
he hated it. he hated you.
he hated how you moved out and post your pictures like with no flaw, no matter what. you were smiling. he hated how you look so good, and youre back on the platforms of dating.
he hated how he let you go.
he hated how he was somewhat insecure with his masculinity and thought that he was just some plaything you had— also matched with his flowing ego, it was a mental battle with himself.
the burn of the hennessy breached his lips, his adams apple bobbing after he tossed his head back. “fuck..”
“not you bein’ an alcoholic.” kaminari giggled, elbowing him. “the breakup that bad?”
“you better stop before he becomes an angry drunk.” kirishima warns, reminding kaminari and the past fight he and the blonde had. “lets go, we’ll be back man.”
“awh, where we goin?” kaminari asked, putting some pep in his step and letting the door slam behind him.
bakugou did miss you. he missed finding random coils of hair in his bathroom, he missed finding random bonnets of yours that you lost from months ago. he missed the smell of honey and brown sugar from your skin. he missed the random meals that he came home to.
he took things for granted— no, he didnt take shit for granted. you just didnt respect the fact he was your man.
and yet, he thought about how bad he missed the slick of your creamy slit. he missed his balls slapping against your clit when he tapped that ass. he missed the way youd scream for him. maybe its the drunk getting to his brain, the warm tingles of his skin and hes whipping his dick out from his jeans. he tugs at the tip, a guttural groan from his lips— and he’s scrambling to find his phone.
“hello?” you ask, the ‘unknown number’ on your screen and you hear shuffling. “whos’ this?”
“hey,” katsuki mumbles, you can hear it: hes dark liquor drunk. there was a difference, especially when he drank wine for the first time. “how ya doin?”
“katsuki?” you’re dumbfounded, its been damn near a year. “what do you want? to bother me again? we’re done.” you grit your teeth, really not in the mood for his games. you were just about to hit the fattest joint, (one that mina gave you months ago), and here he was.
“cmon, bruh,” he groans, you hear that damned shuffle again, his hand half hazardly tugging his shaft again. “been thinkin’ bout you, girl.”
“katsuki,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “we. are. done. i dont want shit to do with you.”
“cmon, baby,” he whines, and you hear something wet in the background. you want to question him, but embarrassment flows your veins. “just hear me outtt..”
“im fuckin deaf then. hear no evil, see no evil.” you snip back, and he laughs. “i wont ask again, the fuck you want.”
“been thinkin bout you nd i,” he starts, and you hear it— hes fucking his own fist. “been thinking about what the hell we had and then— god, fuck..” he says lowly, you feel like hes just called for a quick fuck. “then how i ruined it entirely.”
“so.. you call to talk about how you miss me, meanwhile youve got your dick in yer hand?” you ask, and he sucks his teeth. “dont catch an attitude.”
“ ‘m not.. but.” he sighs, fondling his balls and he stutters. “i want you back.”
“youre drunk.”
“i mean that, mama..” he softly says. ‘mama,’ the nickname he gave you and how much you fell in love with it. “miss you like shit, when could i come see you?”
“the next time i post myself.” you say snarky, and he gets really quiet. “i dont know, katsuki. i did move a little further away.”
“thats fine, ill make the commute.” he feels his nipples harden, and he moans a little when he quickens his pace. “fuckfuckfuck—fuck..” he chants, his conscious mind slipping in and out. “want you so bad, baby,” he chokes out, “you hear how fuckin riled you get me?”
you want to pull your panties to the side and help him come, you remember those times youd both walk in on each other and just watch each other play with your nerves.
“ fuck, send me your location.” he says, so close to his tipping point and you can hear it. “lemme see you, baby. miss that pretty fuckin’ pussy.”
“youre drunk, boy.” you mumble, but he groans. “maybe sometime this week?”
“ugh,” he sighs, practically teasing himself with the slow and mean tugs from his dickhead. “at least let me see that pussy over the phone, need it so bad.” he says, a chuckle from his lips, “cant come to any other woman, just that little pretty pussy of yers..”
“im on my period, bakugou.”
“uh uh, thats not my name baby.” he snickers, “what happened to me bein yer’ daddy, huh? did you forget that much?” he feels it coming on him, creeping. that orgasm that was so close and he wanted nothing more than to cover your face white. “shitt.. just call me that, please. want to be your big daddy again— and ill fuck you slow nd’ stupid.”
you ponder on it, your fingertips slowly creeping to your panties. “what do i get in return?”
“me, a fat cock inside that needy pussy, and a redo.” he was borderline pleading, but he needed you so bad.
you hum, pulling your sticky panties away from your cunny. “you like me calling you big daddy, huh?” you tease , hearing his low but obvious growl from his throat. “take that as a yes.”
“fuck, that shouldve been yer face i just came on.” he sighs, moving his hand to wipe the sweat away from his brow. “send me your location tomorrow.” he demands, hearing you chuckle and then the end call tone. “fucking— girl..”
“missed you that badly, didnt he?” hitoshi asks, looking up at you through your thighs. “be a good girl and admit that you miss him.”
“i.. i do.” you mumble, hearing his slurps and suckles at your thighs. “toshi!”
“didnt even have to use my quirk.” he chuckles, his lazy eyes and eyebags bore into you. “fuck, how could he let this pussy free? poor thing.”
“he’s gonna be so pissed.” you groan, covering your eyes. “you know he hates you.”
“so? shouldnt have let me catch you.”
𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 2024.
#katsuki smut#katsuki x reader#katsukibakugou#katsuki bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x black!reader#bakugou smut#bakugo katuski#kastuki bakugou#bakugou#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bakugo smut#bakugou x black reader#bakugou x black! reader#hitoshi shinsou#bnha shinso hitoshi#shinso x black!reader#shinsou x reader#gamblersdoll
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List of “mix of random dialogue and non-dialogue, smut and non-smut” prompts
“I’m a mess because of you.” “You’re my mess.” “I’m… I’m your mess.” (FUCKING HELLO BITCH DO NOT- WLKFNFKLN I’ll get on my knees for you, my love—)
“That’s my baby girl/baby boy.” (Can he just— HEWOQKNFWKELNF)
“You look so hot like that.”
“God, you turn me on so much.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come—” Character B whimpers, hips bucking into Character A’s. “Mm, yeah? Then come for me,” Character A murmurs, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. (The noises he made as he came undone were SO FUCKING HOT BYE. those WHIMPERS?? FUCKING DELICIOUSSSSS LET ME HEAR MORE OF THEM, I BEG- ALSO WHO KNEW I HAD IT IN ME TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE LMFAO, “then come for me” WQBHRELWJKNEWF BITCH. GET OUTTT-)
Those sweet little noises Character B tries so hard to suppress but is unable to as they come undone.
“I’m such a fucking wreck right now…”
“Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” (FUCKIFKSKSKKSKSKS WHEN HE SAID THAT AND I WAS LIKE LKENFKLEWNF-)
“I love you so much,” Character B murmurs, hugging Character A closer to them. (🥹🥹🥹 HE SAID IT HE SAID IT HE SAID ITTT 😭 He’s said it over text before but now it’s in person and I’m actually gonna WEEP EWKLNFWEEFN)
“I love you for you, and I’m going to continue to love you. I’ll always love and support you no matter what,” Character B reassures after Character A spills out their anxieties and worries to them about a situation they’ve been so, so scared to tell them about; scared of how Character B would react. (…I’m just going to say I love this man so much.)
“When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this,” Character A murmurs, slowly grinding their hips down against Character B’s. Character B grins up at them, hands wrapped around their thighs, squeezing gently. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?”
Character A not knowing how sensitive their breasts are until Character B pays full attention to them with their mouth. (…I WILL NOT SAY ANYTHING ELSE BUT FUCK YES—)
Character A tearing up as they try to be vulnerable with Character B, and Character B reassuring them by telling them they can take their time and it’s okay if they can’t say it right now; that they can say it when they’re ready.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so enamoured by someone,” Character A murmurs, caressing Character B’s face. (I’M A POETIC SIMP, WHAT CAN I SAY—)
“Fuck, why are you— Mmh— why are you doing this to me?”
“We can take things as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable, and as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.” (PLEASE WJDJJS IM CRYING AHH, how’d I get someone so sweet sjkdms)
“We can rent a hotel somewhere… You can be as loud as you want then, hm?” (HE’S JUST FUCKING OUT HERE, YOUR HONOUR!!)
“Fuck me,” Character A whimpers as Character B’s hips picks up with speed. “I could if you wanted me to,” Character B grunts. (SIR- FUCK OFF ISTFGGG)
Character B placing their hand on Character A’s thigh while they’re sitting down.
Character B wrapping their arm around Character A’s shoulders and pulling them closer to them, letting Character A rest their head on their shoulder.
Character B leaning in for a kiss and Character A shyly leaning in to give them a quick peck on the lips.
“Whatever I do, I’ll always be adorable to you, won’t I? Even if I do the most heinous shit known to mankind—” “Yes. Yes, you’ll always be adorable to me.”
“You sure you don’t wanna close the blinds? People outside could see us…” “Trust me, they won’t.” (this FUCKING GUY, but I guess he wasn’t wrong after I took a closer look at the blinds—)
“You’re enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?” Character B teases, watching through hooded lids as Character A rides them while clothed. “Does it look like I am?” Character A questions, breathless.
“You just… You make me happy.” (YOU DO TOO, MY LOVE <333)
“You’ve always been so caring and supportive of me so I don’t know why I doubted you… I’m sorry.”
Character A being ticklish on their neck whenever Character B plants soft feather like kisses there, so Character B plants even more soft kisses there, turning Character A into a giggling mess.
Kisses on the eyelids. (The softest shit EVER)
“Didn’t realise your objective was to get into my pants all this time,” Character B teases, and Character A rolls their eyes, a breathless laugh leaving them. “You know that’s not true. I think you’re the one who has the objective of getting into my pants,” Character A throws back. Character B shakes their head with a chuckle. “That’s not true.”
“How are we gonna manage being away from each other for a whole month?” Character A murmurs softly. “Mmmh, we’ll somehow manage,” Character B reassures, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair.
“How are you going to manage without this for a whole month?” Character B questions as Character A grinds down on them. “I don’t think I fucking will is the thing,” Character A admits, unabashedly.
Character B moving Character A’s hair out of their face to plant gentle kisses on their face.
Character B laying their head on Character A’s stomach and Character A fondly saying to them, “You’re such a baby,” while carding their fingers through their hair.
Character B snuggling up next to Character A, post-orgasm. (SIRRRR- PEHFLKEWNELKWNF)
Character A moaning Character B’s name and Character B losing their self-restraint over it. (Maybe I did it on purpose to turn him on—)
#long post#tried adding comments under the “keep reading tag” as footnotes but that didn't work out very well so here we are e;lfgmlr;emf#based on personal experience HEHEHAHAGAHA#im running out of names for these lists ffs#cat guy chronicles#just realised a lot of this is smutty than not-smutty lmfao#smut prompts#suggestive prompts#dialogue prompts#fluff prompts#otp prompts#writing scenarios#writing prompts
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Hi. I saw u have requests open and i wanna request Vander x neutral reader making outtt …. maybe perhaps :] have an awesome day
Lowkey adored this- had so much fun writing for younger Vander since I've been dying to oop
A/N: i headcannon that Vander was a FLIRT when he was younger bc look at that man and tell me he doesn't know he's a hunk
Characters: Younger! Vander x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: slowish build up, making out, maybe a teensy bit ooc but honestly? No i think he was a flirt
Children DNI
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Vodka Tonic
You had met Silco down in the mines originally, you were lost and he had helped you find the rest of the group.
That same evening, he had invited you out to have drinks with he and his friends.
That's where you met sweet Felicia, with her soft voice and cute dances, and Vander.
Vander, all muscle and large and gorgeous. Smooth, deep voice, that quite honestly could lull you to sleep.
"Got yourself a buddy now, aye Silco?" He has said eyeing you for a moment.
"Found him down in my section of the mines," Silco nods, patting your back.
You nodded weakly, a slightly strained smile on your lips as you wave awkwardly.
Felicia paid it no mind, smiling all too friendly at you as you walk in behind Silco.
"What's your poison?" Vander had asked, and you quirked a brow in question.
He lifts a bottle of liquor wordlessly with a faint smirk.
"Oh! Oh- uh," you think for a moment,"Vodka tonic," you managed to murmur under his curious gaze.
He nods with that same smirk,"You're after my own heart," he had stated, turning to make the drink.
Your cheeks warmed much to your dismay before shaking your head quickly.
You attempted to make conversation, but ended up just listening to Felicia talked about, well, whatever she was talking about.
You couldn't get your eyes off of Vander.
Vander with those thick arms. Vander with his gorgeous eyes. Fuck.
Over time, your presence became a constant. You had cooled yourself down, insisting that Vander wouldn't take interest, you were Silco's friend. Therefore, Vander's friend.
Until you found yourself alone in their little apartment with none other than Vander- Felicia wasn't feeling too hot and Silco.. well, Silco just sometimes disappeared, figuring out work or other things alike.
You almost left, feeling awkward and bumbling out apologies but Vander patted your back. Kind as ever. Insisting you stay and have another one of his drinks like any other night.
"C'mon, I don't bite," he has teased with a smirk,"Hard-"
The last part was muttered as he turned around to walk over to their liquor cabinet, and you did a double take, not believe he had said it.
You let a snicker tumble out and Vander grins over at you, relieved that his joke stuck.
The night had been... surprisingly nice.
He had joined you this time, nursing his own vodka tonic as he sat beside you at their little bar.
He asked about you. Your childhood, your upbringing. Turns out you had basically grown up of opposite sides of the Lanes, just associating with different kids and teens.
Vander kept eye contact, listening with his entire being as he cracked jokes or laughed about something you said.
You had ended up entirely too drunk, leaning against the bar and blatantly flirting with him.
Your cheeks were rosy, and Vander was chuckling as you complimented his eyes.
"You're drunk," he laughs, patting your knee.
"Doesn't take away the fact that you're handsome," you drunkenly chuckled.
"I'll take you seriously when you're able to tell me sober," Vander fixes you with a teasing pointed look as he stands. He stretches, a little sliver of his lower stomach showing as his shirt lifts before he's grasping your elbow and helping you up,"You can crash here for the night, can't have ya leavin' like this."
"Oh- it's okay, I've been piss drunk and made it home," a lie,"I'm fine-"
Vander doesn't say anything besides another pointed look, not leaving you any room for argument.
You grumble beneath your breath before being dragged off to a small room with an old, worn mattress.
He's quiet and it's almost serene. Intimate, even, when Vander hands you one of his worn shirts to wear for the night.
Laying in Vanders bed- alone, wearing his shirt, gazing up the ceiling as your vision swirls about gives you ample time to fantasize about the man currently crashing on the small couch out in the living/dining/main area.
The next day, you had woke with a shock, a thumping ache in your head as you sit up with a groan.
The sound and smell of food has your stomach rumbling.
You rub the sleep from your eyes as you step out of the room to be greeted with Felicia animatedly chatting away with Vander who seems to be cooking up some breakfast- eggs and bacon?
Felicia must have heard you, eyebrow raised as she turns before smiling in delight as she calls your name with a side hug.
"I'm sorry- feeling a little sick-ish, didn't want to give ya any illness," she suddenly smirks as she eyes the shirt you're wearing,"Nice shirt."
You look down in confusion before the memories of the night before rush to the surface, a hot blush of embarrassment covering your cheeks.
"Oh- um," you clear your throat before grinning sheepishly,"Thanks."
You watch Felicia wander into Vander's view and smirk at him as if she knows something.
You idly stand there for a moment before deciding to sit, feeling woozy.
You lean forward, elbows on your knees as you rub at your temples while willing yourself not to dart out of the small apartment.
Vander wanders over, old socks coming into view as he places a plate of breakfast on the small table.
He crouches before you as you lean back in surprise,"Got a headache, aye?"
He's there- unbelievably kind eyes peering at you as he hands you a glass of water.
"Yeah," you murmur, taking the glass with a thankful albeit awkward smile.
He stands, going back to the food and asks Felicia if she wants any before she's declining with a smirk, taking her leave.
After a moment, Vander comes back, pulling a small stool up to sit across from you with his plate in hand. It's almost comical, the stool is so small beneath him and the plate looks equally small.
"Food will help," he hands you a fork.
You take it, nodding in thanks as you begin to eat quietly.
You find your gaze trailing over to him as you both eat, quickly averting them when he looks back at you.
He carefully takes the plate from your hands when you're done, going back to the sink to clean them off.
You're moving to the bedroom to fetch your shirt, carefully folding Vanders as you step back out.
"I'm.. gonna go," you murmur awkwardly,"Got a shift down at the mines at noon."
Vander swings his rag up onto his shoulder after drying his hands, turning to look at you and leaning against the sink.
He eyes you for a moment, taking in your awkward fidgeting as you hold his shirt.
"Please don't... feel awkward about last night," he reassures carefully,"You were drunk. We can.. chalk it up to that."
You swallow thickly, nodding in embarrassment.
Taking your leave was even more awkward, somehow; placing his shirt down on the small table before nearly darting out, as if your tail were between your legs.
A week passes. Silco grows annoyed with you as you respectfully decline his invites to Vanders and his place.
You throw yourself into work, working longer hours until you hit a pipe, a burst of the grey shooting straight into your lungs.
You're dragged out of the mines, told you're to rest and take a few days, much to your dismay.
Silco hears of it, meeting you on the surface and scolding you.
On the second day of rest, Silco finds you at your dingy apartment, dragging you out and ignoring your groans and before you know it, you're at a bar.
The Last Drop.
You don't recognize it, finding it brand new and nearly empty, save for Felicia and Vander who converse at the back of the building by the bar.
"Hey!" Felicia waves to you both with a grin, patting your arm with a softer smile,"I heard what happened in the mines, I'm glad you're okay!"
Vander looks over at you, surprised to see you after a little over a week of nothing.
You're sheepish under his gaze, embarrassment written on your face.
"Glad you're alright," he says softly.
Felicia talks about her job, groaning about her sector of the mines while cooing about her spouse. Silco remains quiet as usual, writing into his journal and sipping the whiskey Vander had poured for him.
Wordlessly, Vander places a glass in front of you. Vodka tonic.
"Thank you-" you manage to say genuinely.
He smiles and nods at you, turning back to listen to Felicia.
After a little while of nursing your drink, Felicia yawns, stretching her arms above her head before side eyeing you, then Vander.
"Silco- can you walk me down to the Lanes? Connol works later at the mines tonight," she murmurs with a pointed look.
Silco looks at her in confusion before something dawns on him, nodding as he downs his drink and closes his journal.
Felicia kisses you on the cheek, bidding a Goodnight as she leaves with Silco.
You open your mouth, preparing to leave too- until another glass is placed in front of you.
It's not a vodka tonic, much to your surprise.
You look up at Vander in confusion, shock wracking your belly as he leans closer to you from across the bar.
"Try it," he nods to the drink.
You hesitate before shrugging, surprised at the taste- warm and light, a drink you're unfamiliar with.
"That's my favorite drink," Vander murmurs, eyeing you carefully.
You raise a brow,"Thought vodka tonics were your favorite."
Vander smirks slightly,"They're... good, but not my favorite."
You hum in response and he continues before you can say anything.
"Said it was my favorite to connect with you," he says that softer, turning to grab another glass and pours himself a cup, ending up with a vodka tonic.
Your eyes widen slightly in confusion,"wh- huh? Why?"
He fixes his gaze on you again then walks around the side of the bar to sit on the stool beside you.
His thigh brushes against yours as he settles in, resting his elbows on the bartop.
He sighs, shrugs, lifting his drinks and sipping it as he side eyes you.
Your cheeks warm, a feeling of almost hope bubbling up beneath the surface. You don't dare say anything.
"I told you- that night- that I'll take you seriously if you tell me sober," he murmurs, eyes locked onto his glass.
You clear your throat,"Yeah- I remember.."
He only gives you a narrowed look as he turns to face you. His thighs frame yours as he turns you in the stool to face him.
"Well?" He smirks.
You narrow your gaze in disbelief.
Curse Vander and his kind eyes, his gorgeous face and large hands that now hold a soft grip over your knee.
You swallow thickly, cheeks reddening.
"I- uh.." you struggle to speak, laughing in surprise,"Wha-at is happening-?"
Vander just gazes at you wordlessly, a faint smirk on his lips.
You're unable to speak- wishing you could form the words that you know you said when drunk-
Luckily, it seems Vander understands your trouble.
Suddenly, he's lifting his hand towards your face. You flinch slightly, and you don't miss the hesitation in his eyes but he licks his lower lip as he gently cups your cheek.
"Easy," he murmurs as he carefully tugs you closer, free hand taking your clenched one off your thigh and thumbing your fist open, thumb rubbing your palm soothingly.
"Vander-"
"Tell me to stop," he locks his eyes on yours, waiting.
You don't say anything, your eyes flicking down to his mouth before trailing back up to his eyes.
He smirks. Then leans in, slotting his lips over yours.
This kiss is awkward, initially. You're stiff, surprised and still in complete disbelief.
Vander pulls back to look at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and lidded gaze.
He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. His palm moves down from your cheek to the side of your neck, thumb brushing over your pulse point and that smirk returns as he feels your heartrate.
"You alright?" He murmurs, gaze flicking back down to your lips.
You lick them, nodding quickly before moving closer, nose brushing against his as you begin to breathe the same air.
He chuckles and fuck, it's attractive, but he finally presses his lips against yours again.
You sigh into him, nerves rattling into your bones but he feels good.
Vander leads the kiss, gentle and sweet, typical.
His thumb moves to your jaw, pressing slightly to silently tell you- open up.
You listen- mouth opening just enough for him to press his tongue in.
"Nnh-" you hum softly, shivers rolling down your spine as his tongue tangles with yours.
You're almost squirming in the barstool. Free hand clenched into a fist perched on your thigh, other in Vanders grasp. Spine straightening then slouching.
Vander sighs into you, turning your head slightly to kiss you deeper. A low moan escapes your mouth and you almost pull back out of embarrassment but he hums a 'no,' refusing to stop kissing you.
You lean closer, unclenching your free hand and placing it on his thigh.
He releases your hand, now carefully gripping your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth higher up. A tingle blossoms in your belly- dozens of butterflies spawning in as Vander groans into your mouth, panting softly. He pulls back for a split second, just to tilt your head the other way and he's back to pressing his tongue into your mouth.
You inch closer, hand rising up on his thigh with a surprised moan as he nips your lower lip-
Suddenly the barstool wobbles and you yelp, pulling back from the kiss and he grasps your elbow, stabilizing you.
You gaze at him- your lips tingling and breathing slightly ragged. You manage a soft laugh, tilting your head forward and leaning against his shoulder to cover your blush.
He cups the side of your neck, urging you back with a fond smile.
"Want to crash here tonight?" He asks softly, gaze lingering on your eyes.
You peer up at him before returning his soft smile with a nod,"I'd like that."
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Hi hi hi
Can i request for a fem!reader who's sick but tryna hide from the JJK characters? If not js Megumi is fine
Have a nice day! :)
IM SO SORRY!!! FINALS ARE HITTING ME SOOOO HARD RN BUT I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUTTT. Thank you for your ask, I love you!!
{Hey, Mr. Loverman!}
[Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader] [Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader] [Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader]
In Which -> You’re sick and don’t tell them!
Word Count -> 1.3k
Authors Note -> I originally was going to post this for Satoru’s birthday but I low key got in a slump and finals are literally here so I couldn’t find the time to write. I was thinking for the characters to write about but idk. I thought Sukuna’s would be kinda cannon irl but it’s really short so I guess I didn’t put much effort :( But my Megumi is such a sweet boy, Gojo raised him sooo well.
Warnings -> FLUFF!!! Sweet, hearty wholesomeness. Fem!Reader though it’s not really expressed in some parts. Relationship is already established for everyone!
Satoru Gojo
Satoru: Wanna get kikufuku?
It’s 12pm and you're still in bed. It’s hot, your pajamas are sticking to your skin, and the headache is getting worse and worse every passing minute. Even the 6 pills that you’ve downed in the past 24 hours have not helped at all.
You feel bad. Bad that you're sick and also that you’ve left Gojo on read.
Satoru: ??
Is what he sends 2 minutes later when he sees that you’ve left him on read. What was wrong with you? Did he miss an important date? Was it your birthday? No, there’s no way that would happen. Well, maybe it did happen one time but he swore to never do it again!
You don’t have enough energy to stay awake anymore, or even to think so you go back to sleep and hopefully by the time you wake up, you’ll be 100% better.
That was a lie. It’s 8pm and you're still in bed. But that’s not the reason why you woke up. What woke you up was a certain noise. Why is there shuffling in the kitchen? You hope there isn’t a robbery in your house, while you’re sick. That would suck very much.
Getting up, a huge headache suddenly takes impact from lack of water and getting up too quickly. Just go through it, toughen up a little. When you get into the kitchen, you see… Megumi? He turns around and his eyes open wide.
“What are you doing here?” You say.
“What are you doing here?“ He questions back.
“You need to get back in bed. Before he sees,” he says.
But it’s too late. Gojo is suddenly next to you with grocery bags in his hands. He looks at Megumi, and then looks at you.
His Six Eyes are VERY intimidating. His eyes sharpen and the next words that come out of his mouth are, “Get in bed.”
He never demands you to do things. He’s always cheery. But the thought process doesn’t last long until everything turns black.
The next thing you know, you're back in the comfort of your own bed. It’s morning time now, and the sun is shining. There’s also a dip on the other side of the bed. It’s Satoru. The posture that he’s in doesn’t look very comfortable or safe for his spine at all.
When you shift, he instantly wakes up. His eyes roam your body, but not in a seducing way. It’s in a way where he’s showing that he cares for you. You feel a lot better now so you tell him good morning.
He replies with, “How are you feeling?”
“Good, whatever you did helped me so much. Thank you,” you say.
He smiles and then you know what’s going to happen next. He’s going to boast.
“Well of course! I’m the best sorcerer, so why can’t I be the best at everything else? All it took was a trip to the store and I got some medicine, ice cream, soup and other things. Fed it to you while you were sleeping, and now you're brand new! All thanks to me of course, without me-“
And then you shut him up. It’s a kiss and it’s full of thankfulness. Maybe you should’ve brushed your teeth before this. It’s a little yucky.
“Yes, yes, we know. You're the strongest. But let’s go get that kikufuku, okay?”
You’ve never seen him jump so high before.
“By the way, where’s Megumi? I also want to thank him,” you question.
“He’s been here the whole time actually,” Gojo states with a sly smile.
You turn around and you're about to thank him but he cuts you off and says, “Don’t ever kiss him in front of me again.”
And that’s the end of the conversation.
Megumi Fushiguro
You didn’t show up to practice today. But today was Friday, and Friday is the last day of practice before the weekend.
“It’s technically the weekend!” You would state, excited to go out into the city and hang with him, Yuji and Nobara.
Maybe you took a day off earlier to travel? No, it’s not summer break and you have school the following Monday. A trip would be too short. You didn’t even respond to his text, and he sent that 4 hours ago.
He dreads it, but he has to ask Nobara since she’s in the same dormitory as you and Maki.
“Kugisaki,” he calls for her attention.
She turns around but makes a sour face. Maybe it’s because he just interrupted her conversation with Maki. She’s always looked up to Maki, so he understands, kinda. Not really.
“What do you want? I was in the middle of something,” Kusgisaki says with annoyance.
“Where is she today?” Megumi asks, getting straight to the point.
“Who? …Oh, your girlfriend? She’s sick. Hasn’t she told you?”
Megumi’s mind is racing now. So that’s why you weren’t able to text him back? Is that why you’re not at practice today?
He barely says thanks and rushes off of the training fields. He’s definitely going to get teased by Gojo.
Yuji calls after him, but he ignores all the shouts and heads to the dorm rooms. Before he makes it to your room, he makes a bowl of porridge and brings a bunch of water bottles.
Knocking on your door, he gives you a few seconds to respond, but you don’t so he knocks again. When you don’t answer, he thinks that you're sleeping and slowly opens the door to not wake you up.
He stands over your bed and checks your temperature. You’re burning hot. You groan in pain as a reaction and he frowns. Why didn’t you tell him that you were sick? He’s going to be in for a long night ahead.
It’s the next morning and suddenly you wake up feeling like a burden on your shoulders has been lifted. There’s medicine on your nightstand, an empty bowl and a bunch of water. There’s also a note that says:
Sorry that I had to leave, I got called in for a mission. I hope you feel better today. I got you medicine if you still need it. Please tell me the next time you’re sick.
-Megumi Fushiguro
Ryomen Sukuna
Would not care at all. Probably have to deal with it yourself. He knows you're hiding but he thinks that maybe you’ve finally realized that he’s a monster?
When you feel better, he tells you, “A weakling like you should be embarrassed,” and scoffs.
He obviously doesn’t know what being sick is but little do you know, he does actually care and was thinking that you were going to die or something.
In addition, he probably dreaded asking Yuji what was wrong with you because why would a teenager be smarter than a thousand-year-old curse like him?
Please do not copy, translate, or alter my work without my permission!
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drew starkey x reader, smut!, reader is younger and also JD’s little sister, she’s also tipsy but not drunk, kinda trash but hear me outtt 😭! & absolutely no hate to odessa i just needed a plot lolz, *not proof read*
when you walked into the house party, the first person you were looking for was drew.
your brother, JD, was very close to him, so it made your life even better. if they hung out, you were hanging out too. and they were going to a party, you begged your brother to take you. even though you were an adult, some clubs (and some hosts of the parties) would only let a certain age in.
but now you had just turned 21, past the point of just being legal.
and now you just had to have your crush of basically 4 years.
when JD first got casted, you were so excited for him. you really did look up to your brother and admired him. because of the distance, he’d facetime you and tell you about all of the fun things he did, his fun scenes and etc.
it seemed genuinely fun, so when he asked you to meet the cast while they filmed season 2, there’s no way you would’ve turned that down.
he flew you out, helped you sort of “move in” to where he was staying at, and had you help him practice all of his lines. stepping onto the set was really nice, and so were all of the people.
everyone was so welcoming. the girls became your new besties and the boys saw you as their own baby sister as well.
but when it came to drew, being seen as a baby sister was something that almost… deflated you.
—
“and this is drew,” JD says as he finishes introducing you to the actors scattered all over the place.
when you locked eyes on him, you just felt your panties being soaked.
“nice to meet you,” drew smiles. blue eyes covered by his hair looking into yours and a hand sticking out. “what’s your name?”
you shook his hand, “y/n.” he nods at this before being called by one of the producers.
your shocked state might’ve been obvious, because your brother had to nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention back.
“you just turned 18, he’s 26 turning 27. don’t even think about it.” he gives you a stern look.
“think about what?” you feigned innocence. “you’re a weirdo.”
JD rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah whatever. come help me practice.”
you followed your brother over to wear his character chair was, but you couldn’t seem to get drew out of your head.
—
and now here you were. fast forward three years later and you were making the move. you just hoped he was actually interested and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.
“don’t drink too much,” JD raised his voice over the music, “i wanna get wasted too.”
you rolled your eyes at him as he walked away and made it to the group of boys. you’re glad you actually watched him walk, seeing drew right there laughing and drinking.
as if he couldn’t get any more sexier, his hair was buzzed. usually, you weren’t attracted to the buzz cut. only some people could truly pull it off.
but it was drew, he could pull anything off. and when you saw him, you thought your legs were about to give out on you.
you had to really pull yourself out of thought. madelyn had spotted you and embraced you in a hug.
“hey girl! you’re finally of age!” she teased.
“i know,” you giggle. “where the drinks at?”
she laughs at you then brings you to a table where the rest of the girls are. they’re cheering, hugging you, and happy to finally see you and actually party, no rules pushed onto you.
“what’s gonna be your first drink?” laci asks with a smile.
“i want the hardest shit available.” you said, half joking yet half serious.
now all of you guys are really laughing. “getting bold i see.” madison jokes.
but that’s exactly what you get served. a gin and juice given to you all pretty and colorful, but when you took a sip, your face immediately scrunched up.
madelyn giggles, “drink it!”
“i didn’t know it was that strong!” you defend.
they’re laughing at your face while also trying to down their own hard liquor. you’re having such a good time, the headache you’ll have tomorrow morning is least of your worries.
you guys are all drinking and dancing, the time passing being the least of your worries. you’re on your second drink, and third shot of the night, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t said hi to any of the boys.
“i’m gonna go say hi to everyone else,” you tell the girls as you guys are settling back down from dancing. they all nod and watch you walk to the other side of the room, where austin is now chugging a beer while the rest of them yell “chug, chug, chug!”
as you’re walking over there, you seem to notice a girl with curly hair, standing next to drew.
‘interesting.’ you thought.
austin finishes and they’re all yelling for him. he turns around to your face and smiles. “baby sis!” he yells.
everyone turns to see you, and the screaming is now directed towards you. you were definitely walking out of here with a headache and hearing loss.
you gave them all individual hugs, saving the best one for last. (drew of course.)
“how are you?” chase gives you a pat on the back.
“more than good, i can see you are too.” you chuckle as you point out the spilled drink in his shirt.
he lets out a drunken huff, “yea blame your brother for that one.”
JD raises his head from a plate of wings he’s devouring. “you were in the way!”
you realize you’re still hugging drew, and he’s still got his arms around your shoulders. the thought ran through your mind that you looked like a little fangirl, but you didn’t care. hopefully when the night was over, you’d be doing more than just holding onto him.
he lets go of you, and you internally sigh. “you’ve been drinking?” he asks.
you nod, “not enough tho.”
he laughs at your response then turns to the girl you saw earlier, “odessa, this is y/n.”
odessa.
“nice to meet you!” she waves. she’s pretty, but what was she doing around drew?
you didn’t have the guts to ask, and it would be a weird look if you did, so you left it alone and just mimicked her smile and wave.
“alright i just came to say hi, ill talk to you guys in a few!” you said, wanting to get away from them in a heartbeat as long as she was still around.
you walked away from them while they all were saying ‘see you in a few.’ getting back to the table with the girls, you immediately had to ask them.
“whos that girl with drew?” you said as you sipped your almost empty glass.
“odessa?” madelyn starts, “that’s his friend. they shot a movie together and have been close ever since. they look like a couple tho, right?” she says as she downs a piece of pizza.
hearing that made you feel good yet bad at the same time. they were only friends, yet people seemed to peep at the fact that they looked like more than just friends.
and you weren’t having any of that.
not wanting to speak any more of it, you just let out a ‘hm’ which seemed to go unnoticed.
“how come?” madison asks.
“no reason,” you lie. “they just looked really close.”
—
over the next two hours, you went from drinking, dancing, eating, then repeating then same process. it started to catch up with you, but that wasn’t stopping you. surprisingly, you weren’t that much of a lightweight.
walking and sort of tripping in between people over to the counter with drinks, drew’s there by himself filling up his glass. you weren’t sure were that girl odessa was, but you most certainly didn’t care to find out.
as you slightly stumble, he holds your arm as you get closer so you wouldn’t have to struggle.
“somebody’s having fun,” he laughs.
“i am, i’m not drunk just yet tho dont worry.” you giggle. you started to think your legs were actually giving out on you to the sight of him, and his hand on your arm wasn’t helping your case.
“take it easy,” he says, “JD isn’t the most sober either.”
he motioned his head over to where he was. you turned your head to see your brother doing a line of shots with everyone surrounding him, cheering and yelling some more.
“of course,” you mutter.
drew chuckles, “i got you, don’t worry.”
your stomach was doing flips at this point. his words affected you, even if they weren’t meant to be flirtatious. that’s how bad this attraction was.
it’s silent between the two of you for a second, until you decide it’s time to speak up. ‘now or never’ you thought.
“can i ask you something?” you turned back to him. he replies with a quick ‘sure’ as he put his phone down.
“are you and odessa together or something?” you blurted. maybe you should’ve reworded the statement, but the drinks had gotten your boldness up.
he seemed taken aback, “no, not at all. why?”
you didn’t have a lie for this one, “just wondering.”
he wasn’t moving on from that quickly at all. “i can tell that’s not full truth.”
that little thought came back into your head again. ‘now or never.’
“it’s just… i feel like i want you to see me more than just as a little sis.” you said. when you said this, you didn’t feel bad either. you’ve been wanting him for a good 3 years now, and you’d be damned if you let someone else get him before you did.
he’s not speaking for a good moment which makes you worried, then he finally says something.
“you’re gorgeous y/n, you know that?” he starts. you nod, but you were kind of freaking out at the same time, not really knowing where he would take it from here.
“but i’d think it be wrong if i saw you as anything else other than a little sister. you’re a lot younger, and literally the little sister of a close friend. i just don’t think it would work.” he explains.
fuck no. you were not giving up that easily.
you started to stand a little closer to him. “i’m 21! that’s enough past 18 if i can legally drink. and who cares about JD?”
“i know, i know. but JD most definitely wouldn’t like seeing his sister with his best friend.” drew tries to reason.
“i don’t care,” you drag out the word. “i’ve been crushing on you since i met you. i waited so long to finally tell you.”
you can see the light red start to form at his cheeks and the smirk come to his lips, “i’m flattered, really. but i’d rather not get my ass beat by your big brother.”
“please?” now you were really getting close by wrapping your arms around his neck. “it can be our little secret. no one has to find out. but i just need to know.”
drew’s starting to cave. he rests his hands on the sides of your hip. “need to know what?”
the smirk is starting to become more evident, and his voice starts to drop.
“how you feel, how you taste. i want you so bad.”
“you’re gonna get me in trouble, y’know.”
you don’t notice up until now how close your faces are. he lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s not going to let is guard down, but little do you know he’s been wanting to take you there just as long as you’ve wanted it.
“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to bend you over the minute we shook hands.” he said seductively.
“then do it now.” you tell him.
something you’ve been waiting on forever, he gives you a short kiss on the lips. he pulls back quick and make sure no one’s watching, but everyone is too busy drinking and dancing currently.
he rubs his hands up and down on your sides. “let’s go upstairs.”
it’s like a weight lifted off your shoulders. all these years of plotting finally paid off. you were so ready to give him whatever he wanted and have him take you however he pleased.
he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, getting to the most closest and available room, he opened the door for you and walked in behind you, locking the door.
he wasted no time either. as soon as the two of you were closed off, he started kissing you deep. forcing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands working to get your pants off.
you definitely weren’t trying to waste a moment either. your hands immediately went under his shirt to feel his abs, and to take it off.
his hands worked fast. he got your pants off after pushing you down to the bed, and now your top was gone as he started to feel you through your bra. you were still trying to get his belt off.
he’s groaning into your mouth and it’s the hottest thing you could possible experience. “shit, i need to taste you. let me taste it baby.”
as he’s working to get your bra off, you finally managed taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. he took down his own pants, then went straight to dipping his head down there and took of your panties, quite literally discarding them. he pushes your legs open and gets to work.
he opened your folds with his hands then put his tongue on you, which had you moaning in seconds.
drew knew exactly what to do with his tongue. you were already so worked up on him, and now he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s ever had.
he brought a thumb up to your clit. “like fuckin candy, mama. so sweet.”
“drew!” you practically screamed out.
he moans against your clit, which really does it for you. “be as loud as you want, baby, nobody can hear us.”
and that’s exactly what you do. you don’t hold back your moans for a second.
he puts a finger in you and starts moving it quick, curling it while still using his tongue. he was a fuckin pro.
the release was coming quick, but he stops. he hears the sound of disappointment and sees it on your face.
he pulls down his boxers, “it’s okay. gonna make you cum around me as many times as this pussy can.”
that’s all he has to say for you to practically push yourself even closer to him.
and he was real big. you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. but right now, you had to have him in every way. you’ve craved him for too long and you didn’t care if it hurt.
he lines up with your entrance and rubs the tip along it. “you ready?”
“give it to me.” you say. he takes this as his cue to push his length inside you.
both of you let out a sigh when he goes in. he makes sure you feel every inch of him, moving in slowly then bottoming out completely.
“you feel too good, princess.” he groans. all you can do is whimper at how full you felt with him inside.
after a few moments of letting the feeling sink in, he starts moving. your breathing starts to heavy, and it feels like you’re on cloud nine.
“mhm, that’s right. feel me baby.” he says as the pace speeds up. he throws his head back and his hands squeeze your hips, holding you down and making sure you take it all.
he then plants a leg on the bed, fixing his position so he can hit it even deeper. you can’t even form words at this point. it’s just all moans and “ah ah ah” sounds.
you can feel him all the way in your guts. he’s in there so deep, going completely ham on your tight hole. it was so much that you reached your arms out to try and block his hips a bit.
drew wasn’t taking that. “uh uh baby. you wanted this right? you wanted to know. you wanted to be a big girl and take it, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”
“it’s so deep!” you’re able to blabber out. he puts his leg down and leans back on his knees, bringing you to sit up with him. now his hands are supporting your waist as your hands find his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
“i know it is baby i feel it,” he says against your mouth. “i knew you’d be a good girl for me tho, shit. taking this cock like a damn pro.”
as he thrusts up into you, he starts grinding your waist into him. this is a whole new feeling that has you really screaming out now.
“you like that, pretty?” he says into your ear.
“so much!” you mewl. he chuckles at the state your in. fucked out and filled with his cock.
“yea i know you do baby.” he says. “you just needed a real man to come and work you huh?”
he lets out a breath before continuing, “yea, you like your men with some experience. don’t you baby?”
you just let out more moans at his words, he knew what he was doing and he was proud.
you felt the orgasm approaching, and he could tell too. “you gonna cum?”
“yes!” you yelp.
“go ahead sweet girl. let me feel this pussy gush around me.”
when he gave you the ok, you let go. you were cumming and crying at the same time, everyone downstairs probably wondering where the two of you went. but did either of you care?
absolutely not!
“that’s it, good job baby. i knew you’d be a good girl f’me.” he says, thrusts slowing down to soak in all of your orgasm.
he laid you back down to get a few more thrusts in. now he’s chasing his own release.
“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. you want it on your stomach?”
“anywhere,” you respond.
he looked shocked. “oh yea? what if i knock you up? then what are we gonna do?”
“i’m on the pill! promise.” you tell him.
his eyes squeeze shut. he was real close. “okay baby, here it comes.”
you feel the hot liquid squirt inside you and fill you up. you could almost cry again from how good it felt.
when he was done, he stayed inside for a little just to calm down. after that, he pulled out and laid down next to you.
“i’m glad you convinced me, best sex i’ve had in a while.” he’s still catching his breath but smiling.
you giggle, “it’s about time i got my hands on you.”
he laughs as well, holding you close and letting both of your bodies relax. “guess you’re all mine now.”
him saying that made your heart burst. it’s the only words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. “i guess you’re all mine too.”
he smiles, but then you suddenly remember you’re at a party. “we better go back down before they start a watch party for us.” you said while getting up, trying to find where he even threw your underwear.
“right. we’re getting you a plan b tomorrow too.” he says, and you definitely have to agree.
but finally, that was your man.
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OMGGG SO I HAD THIS IDEA WHILE COMING HOME SO HEAR ME OUTTT!!!
Aventurine x Reader but!!!
Enemies in public and lovers in private ;)
(since I'm done seeing friends in public and lovers in private, like i wanna see something interesting (and not because it's my fav trope lol) 🫣👀🔥)
So,
Aventurine and the reader have a dynamic where, in public, they appear to be bitter enemies—perhaps they engage in witty banter, rivalry, etc for some greater goal. But behind closed doors, they’re secretly lovers, and their interactions shift to something far more intimate, tender, and affectionate. There’s a lot of tension as they have to keep their true feelings hidden from others, but when they’re alone, they let their guard down completely, showing a side of themselves that only the other knows. It could include moments of quiet affection, stolen kisses, or vulnerable confessions 🥺💖
Pretty boy 🥺🫶
cyclicality.
⋯⁂ summary. enemies make the sweetest lovers.
⋯⁂ authors note. hopefully this turned out ok LOL. it's been a hot minute since i've written enemies but secretly lovers (or even the regular enemies to lovers.. lol) hfdghkjgfkhjgdf. also, for the record to anyone else reading this and wondering why tf im taking a request: this isn't a random request, im moots with @aventurineswife and had asked them to offer some ideas for me to write 🥺😏 teehee
⋯⁂ characters. aventurine x gn reader.
⋯⁂ cw. banter. physical affection. hurt/comfort-ish?? secret lovers.
"You know, I'm a simple man, really – I like long walks along the beach, hot coffee in the morning, and..."
Aventurine sidles up to you, sliding his arms along the balcony railing of the restaurant.
"And, let me guess... Annoying the hell out of me?" You finish for him, a wry smirk on your lips as you lean over the railing with your arms dangling over the cold metal.
"Oh, but of course! How could I possibly forget that?" He grins back, but there's a warm shimmer in it, "It's my favorite pastime, after all." He chuckles.
"Is it now? I never could've guessed," You roll your eyes, but it was never borne of disdain. "What are you even doing over here? You're the Director, go enjoy the party." You huff, removing your arms from the railing to grab your drink from the nearby table.
"Aww, you're no fun," He teases, continuing to lean back against the railing, "...Besides, you're the one over here isolating. I ought to make sure all of my team members are having plenty of fun, yeah?"
"Uhh," You check your silver watch wrapped around your wrist, "Last time I checked, which was precisely two seconds ago – you hardly ever care who was or wasn't having fun." You retort playfully, your wry smirk still present.
"Well, I'll have you know that I do care very much..." He steps up to you, slowly cornering you between the table and railing, "...when it comes to you."
You two had to put up the fake rivalry, the fake game of cat and mouse for far too long that night. By the time you return to Aventurine's penthouse, you're damn near draping your entire body on him. Instead, you unceremoniously plop yourself onto the plush, lavish white sofa in the living room – wishing the rascal was there next to you.
"Want something to drink?" He asks, stepping up to you and tentatively reaching out, running a hand over your head.
"Only if it's water," You inform tiredly, your voice a lazy drawl, "I sincerely hope you don't plan on drinking more."
"Well, when you say that, I don't think I will." He chuckles weakly.
After drinking some water, you pull him down onto the sofa next to you – giving him a weary stare and a tiny frown.
"What's up, sweetheart?" He asks, and the pet name doesn't sound mocking like it would around other people, but it's full of pure, unbridled adoration.
"...I miss you." You mutter before wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into the side of his chest.
He instinctively puts one hand on your entangled arms and the other on your head, rubbing lazy, absent-minded circles. He sighs softly and smiles, one that's so soft yet so genuine. His eyes even crinkle a little at the corners as a sliver of love glimmers in his multicolored hues.
"I missed you, too." He whispers back, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.
And this is when he knows that this is where he'd like to spend the rest of his life – right in your arms, safe and warm and loved.
#🌠— my works#🌠— fluff#🌠— hurt/comfort#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#aventurine fluff#aventurine x reader#💕— aventurine
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first impressions on kallamar in my cult . he won't stop screaming and running away from me
i love that while leshy and heket are all like "you trapped us here you suck I will find and END you" when u encounter their statues on the crusades..... kallamar just goes. GET ME OUTTT LET ME OUTTTTT GET ME OUT OF HERE LET ME OUUUUTTT
#look the cowardly trait is fitting but just approaching him and hearing him fucking SCREAM in horror before taking off is just like#my guy..........#becoming a strong contender for a favorite bishop based solely on how i tend to get attached to pathetic wet rag characters#clamart#cult of the lamb#cotl kallamar
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